Knowing that the anchor
was thrown too far from the boat
all that time ago
reunion can’t come soon enough.
Come, meet your power.
Ask—what do I want instead?
Sometimes we have to go back to go forward.
Sometimes the answers to what lie ahead
are behind us.
Mist not only obscures, but reveals.
The mountains, that cracked rim of bowl
that holds me, are gone…
Alone is a mistake made early
but not one we’re doomed
to wake into each day…
It’s easy to love life
under blue sky,
arms thrown wide to the weather;
sun shining, highlighting
life’s soft curves….
You’ve been here before
but facing the road
doesn’t mean
you have to rewalk it…
I love your broken edge,
the way you spill into the sea;
with your stalwart cliffs eroding,
you are beautiful…